Friday, November 5, 2010

One thing about moving some place new and having the option of filling your days and constantly meeting people often results in two things: no time to reflect AND no time settle. I feel like a cup of freshly poured turkish coffee: the grounds are still floating everywhere.

friday! Croaticum field trip: sight seeing included neanderthal musuem in Krapina, a castle, and church THEN, and embassy halloween party.

Saturday: 11-4 mare and marko-coffee +games+halloween poster+lunch then another halloween party with party games! Acting out scenes from horror films.

Sunday: Mirogori <3

Monday: Cake+Masa birthday and Mirogori again....

This is what i look like these days. just kidding! It was my attempt at a halloween costume, ever seen the Craft!? I hope so!

Mirogoj Cemetery on All Souls Day, Nov. 1st. Oldest (i think?) cemetery in Zagreb, built first in 1876. The arcades, where all the famous, well most, are buried/entombed.

Mirogoj Cemetery on All Souls Day, Nov. 1st. Oldest (i think?) cemetery in Zagreb, built first in 1876.

Finished Birthday Cake! All home made from scratch, including the whip cream letters.

This girl just had a birthday!! Happy Birthday Masa!

Amela and I baked her an early morning cake, you know its frindship when you only sleep four hours just to bake a cake... well not any cake, chocolate cake (made with turkish coffee+dark chocolate+coca powder+yogurt) with rum infused gnache. Not to brag, but it turned out perfect-o...Torte od cokoladu!

Mirogoj Cemetery on All Souls Day, Nov. 1st. Oldest (i think?) cemetery in Zagreb, built first in 1876.

Mirogoj on Oct. 31, night before all souls day, lots of candles but few people.

Church at sunset.

JUMP!

Some of my classmates from Croaticum, counteries represented: Austria, Italia, US of A.

It's fall.

My favorite part of the Neanderthal Musuem. "And after the world was on fire, it rained" or something like that, the tour was in Croatian.

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